I'm not going to mince words here because I have 39 pictures to share. While at a family gathering my brother, the collector, revealed a box he had not shared with me on any prior occasion. We had a great time going through everything and probably only scratched the surface. We both agreed that I should post these never before seen on the internet gems on SSS. Who else would of, could of or should of appreciated these as much as us. If others would share some memorabilia perhaps we could preserve such items for posterity's sake. Without further ado...

My brother tells me that one was able to get these reports any time you visited the park, back in the day.

The next two pictures are a two-sided place-mat for food dribblings. Compliments of Pizza Slut.

The next two pictures are from a scorecard on 6/5/1988 - Sox vs. Rangers. Scott Fletcher is a Ranger, shed a KenWo tear. Note the attendance. The more things change...the more they don't.

This next picture is like the 2012 White Sox saying they were, "All-Inerester". Or just the truth.

A nice poster, a nice park.

A cover of some sort of 1982 hype guide, filled with misinformation and unchecked facts...and Rhubarb!

A page from that hype guide. Was it Larussa or Leyland who made you do the valium, Hoyt?

The ticket on the left was the day they clinched, Sept. 17 1983 against Seattle.

People used to like pennants...a lot.

A tinfoil star for those who can identify these scoundrels.

This was some sort of zippered briefcase for southside crack rascals and their various wares. A free give away!

I wore this fishnet adjustable hat quite a bit as a kid. Retired it for a decade. Rocked it in college and just found it again a decade later. It is grimy and beautiful. I'll wear it again for a while and hide it from myself until my forties.

The rest of these are various newspapers my brother has saved. Adverts, front pages, guides, etc... Mostly from 1983.

Cheap/Poor Sox fans unite!

Fuck yes! Sox sweep Twain! 30 years later I can still relish a Twain sweep!

You OPOS' might remember Tommy Kay's Big Book of Baseball. I don't, still young...swear it.

I implore other hoarders to share their worthless nostalgia because who else is going to give a rat's ass about it except us?